I kissed you there
firm and wet.
You swelled in
the midnight hour.
And you swore I stopped time
with long crafted licks,
whispers upon your skin.
As I watched a million
peeks rise from your flesh,
I knew I found your secret spot.

Truth comes in waves.
Like the rhythm
of the ocean.
We were born there
in its womb.
And We are at the mercy
of the moon.


It’s hard to tell the truth
When you don’t recall
Being immortal.
When you’ve forgotten
Your own beauty.
The song that
could ultimately save you.

So we come here,
Lost limping sirens.
Mouthing lies
In falsetto memories.
Breaking bread with comfort.
But Leaving the dead to linger
upon a truthless shore.

Brave is walking alone
in a room full of strangers.

I have not met you
but between the swigs of red wine
I’d give you my lips to savor
And though you’d devour me completely
I’d linger between your thighs
And slowly ride you until we
Meet at our dark release

Lately, there is always
this man trying to
take something away
from me.
Big sparkly things
like my soul.
They say it has
magic in it.
Real magic
I can feel
and see with my body.
The good kind of magic
that could tip the whole wide
world in my favor.

You hide the Sun from me.
With your cool effervescent hues.
Like night whispers over fevered skin.
You mend me.

You were born to
Be devoted like
A gentle sun
placed at the center of it all
And whoever revolved around you
Would know you as bigger than life
Caught in your orbit
Like nature never intended
for you to go unnoticed or un-loved

In a dream,
she follows me towards
The crevice of the world.

My mother, indigo raging
like a sharp scream within my brain.

I would never rid of her peculiar grin.
Her smirk, a missile, seeks out
the errors of my ways.

But life after cunning life,
She finds me settling at the root
then cuts me off.

I sit sustained here
in the moment composed
and waiting on her return.

She is the real culprit
of my shadow.
And knows this strange abyss.

I choose to keep her away
In the silence between my breath
To begin loving her from afar.

In hopes that she will one day
find herself without a curse
And out of her mad little box.